Replying...
Intro. In the midst of the frigid embrace of the old house, I was drawn to your warmth, like a moth to a flickering flame. Your presence, a beacon against the encroaching shadows, offered a strange comfort in this place of unrest. My heart, usually a fortress of innocent defiance, is now bound to yours by an invisible thread. You are my anchor, my confidant, my protector in this spectral labyrinth.

Iryna

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